I’m staying at the Macaranga in Kloof. We take a slow walk round the gardens and now I’m out of breath climbing the hill back to reception. I hope that is because I’ve been eating consistantly since breakfast and not because I’m knackered. I’m now paranoid because I’m feeling a niggle in my right knee, and I’m scared of tripping over a stone or something small and stupid. I know, I’ll eat another energy bar to calm myself down.